Night Vale headcanons

I f*cking love crossovers.
- The Ravenclaw dorm has an unspoken rule: do not turn off the radio
- Back in 1983, a team off Ravenclaws figured out how to make a radio work in Hogwarts, but something was off
- It only picked up one station: Night Vale Community Radio
- The students didn’t know what to make of it. Was it a fictional station? Was it a real place?
- Regardless, they left it on. They never once turned it off, to this day.
- It’s a morale strengthener and bonding exercise for the Ravenclaws
- Every evening all the Ravenclaws gather in the common room to listen to the American’s sultry voice
- Some of them study, some of them create, some of them just listen silently, but all of them listen
- Eventually, one bright student learns that Night Vale is a real place
- The head of Ravenclaw house has to send them all to bed because of the party
- Many Ravenclaws head to Night Vale after they graduate and are just so happy because Merlin’s beard, it’s real
- All of the other houses are completely baffled by the Ravenclaws
- “What the hell are they talking about?”
- Luna Lovegood, especially, takes a shine to the radio station and brings some of her friends to listen one year.
- Namely, Ginny, Hermione, Harry, and Ron
- Obviously, Hermione breaks a little bit
- “Muggle technology can’t work here!” “This is obviously just fiction!” “This can’t be a real place!”
- Ron and Harry work together to stop her and they all listen in rapt attention
- Ginny falls in love with the station, and Harry likes it
- Ron doesn’t buy it
- Hermione is convinced it’s fictional, and that there’s no such place as ‘Night Vale’
- Years later, Luna takes a trip to America after graduation
- And Hermione receives a post card with the words “Welcome to Night Vale” on it and a photo of Luna in front of the sign
- She has to sit down and absorb it
- It’s a tradition for seventh years to tell first years what they need to know about the radio
- Most importantly, not to turn off the radio
- It’s a tradition that still stands today.
- It’s a big reason of why Ravenclaws are the weirdest, wackiest, and most creative house as a whole
(I plan on doing different crossovers with Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin, too, this is just my Ravenclaw pride coming through)

The Cecilos household definitely has one of those chalkboard checklists you put in kitchens that says “things we need , things we want, things we don’t need”

Under “things we need”:

  • Cat food
  • New microwave after popcorn incident 
  • Sprinkles (yes, we need them)
  • More rainbow chalk
  • Offering for Parade of the Hooded Figures (before next Tuesday!!!)

Under “things we want”:

  • Feather boas 
  • A small drawing of a lab coat with a price tag that says “new” on it
  • An infinite number of cat toys

Under “things we don’t need”:

  • Matching socks 
  • Wheat or wheat byproducts
  • Glitter in popcorn 
  • Hats on animals that are easily angered and have more teeth than sharks 

I always love the idea of Carlos doing normal shit and Cecil freaking out.

“Carlos what is that”
“It’s a pen”
“What am I meant to make notes with then Ceec?”

“Hey Ceec, want a sandwich?”
“W h a t”
“I’m making sandwiches. Or I can do pasta if you want?”

“Happy Valentine’s Day Ceec!”

Night vale Headcanon

Carlos likes to draw on Cecil’s skin when he’s bored, the drawings don’t move about on their own like his tattoos but the various tattoos do interact with it.

For example, one of Carlos’ favourite things to do is drawing a ball and goals on Cecil’s back and watch the purple tentacles play football (or soccer for those Americans) with each other.



Cecil’s an Aquarius.

His birthday is anytime between January 20th and February 18th.

So around this time of the year, imagine Carlos surprising Cecil at the NVCR Station with a homemade birthday cake (with “Happy Birthday Cecil :)” sloppily but lovingly written on the top in frosting) and the interns singing a municipally approved birthday song and Cecil just being really happy and flattered that they remembered.

When Cecil or Carlos get sick, they each have very different (but affective) ways of caring for each other 

  • When Carlos gets sick, he insists that he’s fine until he get’s force fed soup and admits defeat
  • Cecil has so many quilts and blankets where did they come froM 
  • Carlos cannot be seen he’s in blanket kingdom now 
  • Cecil will not leave until Carlos is 100% healthy again
  • (Carlos has no problem with this tactic)
  • When Cecil gets sick, he still insists on doing the radio
  • Carlos makes sure that Cecil sleeps right after though
  • Also Carlos tells more science jokes than usual when Cecil is sick because “laughter is the best medicine”

carlos loves to listen to really loud music, especially when he’s working, and one day cecil freaks out cause he thinks carlos is somehow controlling the weather

“CARLOS NO THAT’S ILLEGAL YOU’VE KILLED US ALL!” “cecil no im playing this from spotify, look, see?” “whats…. spot tif fie? is this some sort of science thing you made?“ "you… ok you know what never mind i’ll show you later”

cecil ends up liking being able to just play music, but he’s really bad at using the app, so he has one song per playlist. just one song, and he keeps switching between 200 playlists

carlos eventually helps him out and he gets everything organized into a normal ish playlist

one day carlos decides to play cecil’s playlist – it’s just different frequencies of fish screaming underwater

cecil calls it “new age heavy metal”

Headcanon: Welcome to Night Vale characters on karaoke night


  • Song: Never Gonna Give You Up by Rick Astley
  • Unironically enjoys it
  • Stumbles a few times, but Carlos gives him a thumbs-up and he keeps going
  • Maybe a little too confident in his musical abilities; Carlos’s constant praise doesn’t help
  • Song: The Calculation by Regina Spektor
  • Throws loving glances to Cecil every five seconds
  • Extremely flattered when Cecil praises his singing (“Aw, I’m not *that* good, Ceec…”)
  • Never realizes he actually has an amazing singing voice
Mayor Cardinal
  • Song: Radio Waves by The Crystalline Effect
  • Reminds her of the desert otherworld, so she has mixed feelings about it
  • Still knows every word, so she sings it anyway
  • City Council nods approvingly in unison for the entire song and a good two minutes after it ends; the next person dares not start until they’re done
Old Woman Josie
  • Song: Girls & Boys by Good Charlotte
  • Prefaces her performance with “My voice isn’t what it used to be, so pardon any mistakes”
  • Proceeds to bellow the lyrics almost to the point of drowning out the music
  • It’s possible the Erikas provide amplification, but nobody knows for sure because everyone looks pointedly away from them for the entire song
Hooded Figures
  • Song: Revolution 9 by The Beatles
  • The whole production is rather awkward because the entire group falls silent and stares deliberately at anything other than the hooded figures
  • Nobody’s sure how they made the sounds needed, and nobody wants to know
  • After the song ends, the group sits there in silence for another five minutes before someone looks up to find a charred circle on the stage and no trace of the figures
  • Intern Kareem excuses himself, citing a need to lie down
Steve Carlsberg
  • Song: Chandelier by Sia
  • Manages to ignore Cecil’s constant muttered criticisms
  • Everyone is extremely impressed by his range- no octave dropping for this man
  • Cecil actually rather enjoyed it but would rather die than tell him
Absolutely useless, cute Cecilos headcanons

Carlos kisses the corners of Cecil’s eyes all the time to block out the flickering for a moment.

He also tried a few times early on to go for forehead kisses and THAT WENT HORRIBLY because of the eye there.

Cecil learned to dance because he assumed Carlos already knew, but Carlos didn’t so Cecil had the pleasure of teaching him.

Cecil often falls asleep listening to Carlos’s heartbeat. It’s his favorite sound.

Cecil talks in his sleep. A lot. Carlos sometimes falls asleep to it.

Sometimes Cecil finds Carlos asleep at his desk, and carries him to bed.

Sometimes Cecil, who doesn’t always sleep at night, goes missing mid-day and Carlos finds him asleep in really unexpected places.

Cecil’s movie night picks are westerns and classic horror. Carlos’s are documentaries and Jurrasic Park.

Carlos constantly helps Cecil remember things. Cecil constantly helps Carlos calm down.

Cecil cuddles Carlos in a protective way, wrapping himself defensively around his precious boyfriend.

Carlos takes lots of pictures every time they do something together, even though it’s dangerous. He’s careful to back them up so neither of them can forget the moments they shared.

Carlos still has nightmares about the desert otherworld.
He still wakes up, shaking and terrified, with the images of mangled, giant bodies and bloody, dark walls stained on the back of his eyelids.
It scares him; but it never scares him as much as the afterthoughts.
The desert otherworld. Loneliness. Empty space. Hollow science. Sad nights. Cecil.
He wakes up breathless, sitting upright with urgency, one desperate, shaking cry for his dear, sweet Cecil.
“What?” Cecil always answers, one-half groggy, one-half ready to attack whatever had frightened Carlos. He lwould be sitting up with Carlos immediately, a kitchen knife clutched in his hand – Carlos had told him to put that away before? – aiming it around the room blindly without his glasses.
A bedside lamp would be turned on. Glasses would be retrieved. And once Carlos wipes the sweat from his forehead with a trembling hand, he tucked himself in Cecil’s arms and closes his eyes.
He always knows he’s home. He knows he’s safe. And Cecil would tell him that, over and over until Carlos believed it.
“I’m here,” Cecil always whispers into his hair. Warm words in a hot room, baking in a desert midnight. But Carlos didn’t care. He relaxed at the sound of Cecil’s voice, the smooth sweep of Cecil’s hands through his hair, the scratch of his facial hair against Cecil’s neck, and the lulling, soft emotion of existential comfort that washed over him at that perfectly imperfect moment.
“I’m here,” Cecil says again. Soft, kind, and so very much like Cecil. And Carlos always sighs, relieved. “I’m here.”

carlos would get a binder and only wear it for exactly 8 hours, as recommended, and he would wash it according to the tags about twice a week and he wouldn’t even think about modifying it at all

cecil on the other hand would forget he’s wearing his binder half the time and fall asleep in it, and would never wash it, and do a hack job on the ones that go down too far